Okay so, for this week theme ‹Something that we will hone down as we go, so stay with us› will be something about your mother. Share a story about you, or your mom and a bicycle. Maybe she gave you that last shove in when you first learned to bike? Recently joined you for a ride? or a wonderful hometown bicycle story from decades ago?
We'd like to hear it!!
A salute to all super moms on and off bicycles around the world. Below, is my favorite local cycling mom. As well as one a new friend, partner in bloggin crime and one of my personal examples on, how riding my bicycle has changed oh-so-many aspects of my life. Happy Mothers Day everybody!!
Hurrrrrraaaaayyy! Meli is here!
ReplyDeleteOooh, good one! I'll start! My Mom taught me how to ride. We lived on the bottom of a BIG hill (the bottom of Judah Street for you SF'rs) and instead of coaster brakes, my bike had a separate foot brake in front of the pedals. I was terrified of taking my feet off the pedals and I couldn't use the foot brake on the stupid hill, so I would crash into things instead! I still remember my Mom yelling "Not the car, use the wall!!, Not the car!"